Yi Pingsheng has always been stingy with his smile, and he is also at this moment.

And, he said if he wanted to taste it, then he had to taste it.

Xiao Jiansheng seemed to be dreaming, looking at Yi Pingsheng's uninhibited face and shaking his head vigorously, only then did he react that Yi Pingsheng was helping him out of the siege.

Xiao Jiansheng reminded: "This wine is poisonous. ”

Yi Pingsheng said with a deep face: "I know." ”

Xiao Jiansheng smiled and said: "This is my gamble with Zhou Idiot, it is inconvenient for you to get involved." ”

Yi Pingsheng rolled his eyes and said: "It has nothing to do with me, I only know that someone is afraid that you will die here." ”

Xiao Jiansheng was surprised: "Who?"

Yi Pingsheng shook his head and said, "When your trip is over, as long as you can go back alive, you will know." ”

Xiao Jiansheng got up with a wry smile, how could there be a trace of drunkenness, and quickly handed over the wine jar, Yi Pingsheng held the mouth of the altar with one hand and poured it up, frowned, and casually spit the wine on the ground, and asked coldly: "How did you do it?"

Xiao Jiansheng's eyes dodged, hesitated for a moment and smiled: "The first sip is really difficult to swallow, and when I drink the second sip, I spit back the wine in my stomach back into the wine jar, which is actually equivalent to me only taking a sip of wine and rinsing my mouth by the way." ”

Yi Pingsheng continued to ask: "You know that's not what I mean. ”

Xiao Jiansheng rubbed his stomach and said: "When the wine is in the stomach, squeeze it into a water mass with your mind and suspend it in your body, and then spit it out quickly, it will not cause great harm to the body, and you know pediatrics at the age of five." ”

Yi Pingsheng frowned vigorously, and suddenly heard a "click", and the wine jar turned into countless black porcelain shards, and the wine inside poured down like a waterfall.

"Uncle should have slapped you to death a long time ago. ”

The fire in his heart was already close to the burning Zhou Ling, and he punched Xiao Jiansheng.

The corners of Xiao Jiansheng's mouth moved slightly, his face did not change, and his body did not move, so he saw Yi Pingsheng sneering and stepping forward, and struck out with his shoulder, a silent air collision, simple and rough, no ground shaking, and no flying sand and stones.

Yi Pingsheng's white clothes fluttered back two steps, stood firm on tiptoe, Zhou Ling turned into a black shadow and turned out, and there was a terrible sound of bones breaking on his arm, and the wound was broken, and blood was sprinkled all over the ground.

Zhou Ling grinned in pain, forced his eyes to look at the understated Yi Pingsheng and said sharply: "Who are you, dare to be wild in front of Uncle Zhou?"

Yi Pingsheng said lightly: "Wuji Palace, Yi Pingsheng." ”

The six words are light and light, and they don't even come out too far.

After a while, the anger in Zhou Ling's eyes gradually dissipated, and he pointed at Xiao Jiansheng and asked, "What about him?"

Yi Pingsheng shook his head and said, "No comment." ”

Zhou Ling said angrily: "You Wuji Palace is so big, no wonder the world says that the people who come out of Wuji Palace are all arrogant and unreasonable, today I Zhou Ling can be regarded as having learned enough." ”

Yi Pingsheng made a helpless gesture and said, "This has nothing to do with me, if you have a problem, or if you can't get off the stage as an idiot, you can go to Haoyue Theory." ”

Zhou Ling trembled, laughed angrily, glanced at Xiao Jiansheng, said three good in a row, and left angrily.

Xiao Jiansheng felt more relaxed than ever, suddenly remembered something, and walked quickly towards Aoyagi.

He respectfully handed over the formation score in his arms, and whispered: "I'm a little ashamed, I hope that Senior Aoyagi will recover soon." ”

Aoyagi could no longer sit upright, her beautiful eyes seemed to be open, and she waved her hand weakly, and her lips opened silently.

Feng'er raised her head slowly, looked at Xiao Jiansheng with a haggard face, and said softly: "Sister Yuzhuo and I will take our mother back to Daliang Country tomorrow morning, I hope that the formation score can be carried forward in your hands, which is also what my mother meant." ”

Xiao Jian's face was solemn, and he gave Aoyagi a junior salute, carefully put the crumpled thin book into his arms, and quietly retreated.

This night is destined to be very long, Xiao Jiansheng looked at the waning moon at the head of the city, and did not sleep all night.

In the first half of the night, he was thinking about a question, what is the way of heaven and why people are fighting for life and death.

In the second half of the night, when the sky was about to dawn, he vaguely heard the low sobs of Feng'er and Yuzhuo.

The sky was slightly cool, and Yi Pingsheng, who had watched the water of the moat all night, came to Xiao Jiansheng and said, "Chen Shenping is in some trouble over there, it's up to you these days, it's best not to use this if you don't need it." ”

Yi Pingsheng casually threw Xiao Jiansheng an emerald green jade plate, the jade plate is exquisite in workmanship, cool and refreshing, there is a red rope bead at the top to hang, and there are Yin engraved words on both sides, one side is "Wuji and Tao", and the other side is "Wuji".

Xiao Jiansheng grabbed the jade plaque into his palm, and his thoughts flowed.

He has seen this kind of jade plate hanging by two people, Qin Moran and Xu Xiangyi.

After the sky was bright, Xiao Jiansheng helped Feng'er and Yuzhuo tie up the bodies of He Shaoming and his wife and the child, and watched the sad figures of the two women gradually drift away.

By the moat, Xiao Jiansheng straightened his head against the turbid river, untied his bag and put the formation into the depths, and put the waist card close to his body to take it at any time.

With a round of fiery red sun rising, the drawbridge slowly fell, and Xiao Jiansheng flocked to the direction of the city gate with a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Just as the gate was about to close, Xiao Jiansheng pressed his toes against the heavily copper-painted gate, and carefully handed the jade plaque to a majestic defender stationed there.

Inside the city gate, several soldiers guarding the city took turns looking at the delicate jade plaque, their eyes were solemn, and their hands were gentle, as if they were worried that the calluses born from playing with fine iron all the year round would make an eye-catching mark, and finally the jade plaque passed to the hands of a city guard with a national character face.

"This is the waist card of the Heavenly Dao Academy of Wuji Palace, it can't be faked, and no one dares to move this kind of thought. ”

"Recently, Wuji Palace has been going back and forth to Longyan City, is there something going on?"

"We are only responsible for guarding the city gates, and we don't need to worry about other unrelated matters. ”

Outside the city gate, Xiao Jiansheng's heart beat suddenly, and his eyes peeked in along the crack in the door, but he could only see an extremely wide bluestone street.

After a while, the city gate was opened, and the young defender of the city respectfully handed over the jade plate to Xiao Jiansheng, and finally watched the thin young man walk into the city with envy in his eyes.

In the city, Xiao Jiansheng walked around, carefully looking at this huge and bloated world, compared to the small place where he was born on a rainy day, every street, every building seemed to hide endless secrets, looking at this majestic city built purely by people, trees and buildings, I didn't know where to go, and I couldn't even find a place to eat and stay.

It was almost noon, Xiao Jiansheng followed a red paint car into a long side street, the green paint buildings on both sides of the street exuded an intoxicating fragrance, the car stopped, Xiao Jiansheng also stopped far away, only to see the car bead curtain opened, a pair of white jade-like round calves stretched out first, and then, a young woman with a light gauze cover slowly stepped out of the car, glanced behind her, and staggered into the small building.

Xiao Jiansheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, realizing that he had followed the wrong object, so he turned back and walked out of the street.

There was a group of sons and brothers in luxurious and bright clothes who came over with a clamor to beat their horses, and the first young man with a face like a crown of jade tugged at the reins, and looked up, as if he was looking for the best goods, the girl who could hook the fence and knock his fingers.

At this moment, a gentle woman's voice came from the building: "Our family has the most subtle picture scroll of the buried mountains and rivers, do you want this son to come up and observe? It doesn't matter if you buy it or not." ”

The young man gently stood on the horse, glanced at a green building with a "Spring Flower Moon Willow" signboard, and said loudly: "The woman in the picture has been sad, her eyebrows and eyes can be delicate, and the side face lines can be smooth. ”

Finally, a figure peeked out from the carved railing on the second floor, which was the young woman who had returned from the carriage just now.

The young woman smiled softly: "After all, women have three points of reservation when they look at women, and men can be very familiar with women. ”

The young man jumped off his horse with a slight hesitation, gestured behind him, and followed the voice.

Xiao Jiansheng heard it clearly, and sighed to himself that today's rich and powerful people really know how to have fun, and they are beautiful and beautiful on the flower stage, and they want to have fun in the painting.

Thinking of the blacksmith shop on Qingma Street, Xiao Jiansheng was about to leave.

At this moment, the remaining handsome sons also jumped off the horse, and handed over the horses of the young man just now to the small house downstairs, and scrambled to step into the "Spring Flowers and Moon Willows" first.

I only heard one of the sons say: "I heard my father say, the original work of the burial mountains and rivers came from dozens of zhang deep underground, if it were not for the expansion of the large array, this painting would not see the light of day, from the analysis of the color of the picture scroll, it is likely to come from the hand of a blind man, not the whim of those painters." ”

A boy next to him answered, "In this way, you have to look at it. ”